finale

Today, had church as usual. The only thing more unusual was that nai2, ye2, jensen, jerome, and their parents were not around. When they go on holidays, their maid is passed over to my other grandmother (mom's side) to take care of. Or maybe it's the other way round. So the maid, Dang, followed my grandmother to church on sat and sun. We met her today and took her out for lunch, by order of grandparents. Nai2 specially called me to remind me to remind dad about Sunday in case he forgot (you see the genetic trends...). Dad's sermon today during combined Sunday school was rather good for the kids. never heard them so quiet before. Mom and dad had lunch with their students (er, they and a few others mentor some Chinese students in Singapore on scholarship to study in the medical area, but of course the main objective is evangelistic). At first they wanted to have high tea with them but then it was pushed back to lunch. So we went to a restaurant, ate, then finished eating. After that, we decided to to go Gramercy to get my violin since now my parents were free in the afternoon, ya, like a family event. We brought Dang along cus we travelled to East, the Southwest.

I picked my violin, tried it out a bit and made the final decision. The violin came with a normal case, normal bow and rosin, which was not very normal. The rosin comes in a pouch with some weird name, and then wrapped in some cloth. I think it's the cake type, looks really appetising. And this properly ends my journey on a search for a new violin. Coming up next: Bow search. Dad was busy picking a beginner piano book for Jean to have fun with. They spent a long time picking the perfect book.

Then we went to drop Dang off at telok blangah, helped switch on the gas etc, then went home. I polished the violin a bit and bid farewell to my old one. I had to spend about 10 minutes putting rosin on the new bow before I could hear a more or less solid sound. Now, the storage at home is like a violin graveyard. There's a 1/8, 1/2 (no, i think it was exhumed cus we lent it to gracia), 3/4, 1 (the one I just buried). And not to mention, another 1 rotting in Jean's room. I wonder if this is a healthy, non-ageing, violin population.

Did violin practice at night. Halfway, I heard someone playing the piano. I got distracted and kept listening to it. As usual, I cannot multi task. So I ended up tripping over the notes in the concerto. Mozart should have jumped out of the Milky Way by now. Turns out dad was busy teaching Jean piano. Pre-piano lesson tutorial? I think he cannot teach, like me. He played the thing once for Jean, looked at her blank stare, then played again. Then he would get chased off the piano and Jean would enthusiastically play the thing. There would be many pauses and constipated sounds in between, but there was always a nice perfect cadence at the end where my mom and I could have a sigh of relief.

Ah that's all for now. Quite tired.